[ She smiles at him, feeling as if her heart goes a million yalms in a moment. Truly, she feels all may be right in the world when she shares a space with her sister and the man she loves with her whole being. It matters not that her body aches or that her vision has yet to fully return. The body will heal in time, but she is certain she would never be the same if she lost either of them. Her hand at her sister's side curls around her hand, and then the hand at Aymeric's face continues to brush along his cheekbones.

His question makes her pause. His meaning is very clear even if the words may not do so. He wishes to do more than idly sit and wait for them to heal. Aymeric may be a man of consideration before action, but he is certainly one who would be in the action and not forced to the side. Her gaze softens, because of course, there are things he could do for them. Perhaps she need not be selfish in this moment and give him direction on what might be done.

Alkaid lowers her hand to rest on her side. ]

... a hot press would help for Thisru's aches. And perhaps something to drink to dull my own. The healers should know what I mean by it.